Lyrics:
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
Georgia
I'm nervous to come back and hold ya
I can't stay for very much longer
I watch the city emerge from a canopy of green
And my mind is in St. Louis
My
out of there.
My daddy used to ride the rails
(So they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails
(Boxcar Jones, old walking man).
Stoplights turn into skylines
And my mind turns to you
Two hundred miles behind, off to this roadside dive
Wondering how this cup of coffee's gonna
destroying the Shh
Destroying it
Like me destroying my inner temple
Mind movin' chaotically when I'm sipping distilled liquor
My mind and soul is full
me
He thinks that I don't know
That he thinks I'm fine
He thinks I don't know that he
Wants to blow my mind
When the hunter gets captured by the game
can't repeat what's in my mind
As I lay back resigned
And I kick off my shoes
Holiday Inn blues
Time to put a show on
Gettin' time to go on
People
know that my might could change my mind,
And I'm told that by rights it's not my find.
I'd be a tower to your highest hopes,
That no southern storm
and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for
and even though we G's
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast
I got a spot for
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fucking mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's
Water beetles, golden eagles
Don't ya know what's on my mind
Dirty canteens full of old dreams
Don't ya know what's on my mind
Don't ya know what's
Part 1 - Intro
Tom Sawyer... (Rush, 1981)
Snakes why dId it have to be... (Indiana Jones, 1981)
Thriller... (Michael Jackson, 1982)
Chicago Bulls...
Heeey
By my name iga ama na abu'm nwa afo
Heeey
Shout out to every nwa afo
I mean ndi unapologetic nwa afo
Nwa afo ndi ezigbo nwa afo
Nwa afo ezigbo nwa
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
fodder
For the sea to swallow
And I'm following a ghost ship
Stuck without a paddle
Cancellation of my travel
Fragile mind unravels in the shadow
from the school zone
By the time I copped that half
Went down to Memphis like I'm Bleek
Knew my uncle Wade was dead
Grandma tried to tell me he was
really do damage
I'm in a famine
Tryna find the peace of mind
But it's a no loitering sign
So my life is swimming in circles
There's no yin or yang
Only
my tin foil
You inhale ill give you a dose
AnAnd im just gettin started like im dipping my toes
No wood grain gripping, but im feelin mike Jones
And I
or jabs from Jones Jr.
Dancing against the ropes, I'm just going through em
Bury my influence, growing up the movement put a lot into it
Mind be gone I'm
count my blessings one by one
I go dey win them till kingdom come
I dey obident no be by turn,no be by turn
Chorus
Victory... Victory...victory...
We
whack
My Buzz is sweet, and I sting you when I bees on wax
Whatever they fed me, is giving me no flaws at no cost
Two rules I go by, Fuck the world and go
blue over grey
I ain't been around much
But I swore my niggas on my mind
And I don't wanna' be by myself
And I don't know who to trust when
I hit
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